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                        ❝  People think dreams aren’t real                           just because they aren’t made of matter,                   Of particles. DREAMS ARE REAL. But they are made of                   viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.❞                                                                  written by a wild Owly

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                        ❝  People think dreams aren’t real                           just because they aren’t made of matter,                   Of particles. DREAMS ARE REAL. But they are made of                   viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.❞                                                                  written by a wild Owly

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                        ❝  People think dreams aren’t real                           just because they aren’t made of matter,                   Of particles. DREAMS ARE REAL. But they are made of                   viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.❞                                                                  written by a wild Owly

[pianomxn]

          Hellooooo. So, hi, haha. I have a little announcement to make :P          So, due to life being so busy with work all around and my lack of blog hopping ability whatsoever, well I have decided to give it a go at a multi-muse. tadaaaa.  All of my blogs are now in one and hopefully there will be some of you will be with us over there. It’s alright if you don’t! Thank you for sticking with us and for your patience.  I’ve missed writing and all of you.    I’ll be moving threads there but if you’d like to drop some, let me know! :) edit: btw, it’s dustsceawung because rvconteur was taken XD                

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halp ;A; https://www.strawpoll.me/19643389

Edit: thanks! :3

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o.o so, I can change the colors on my dash o.o that’s... neat? I don’t like that classic has everything blue o.o but anywhoo. I’m working on something so I can be on and it’s a huge change so I hope you’ll follow us in this craziness.  Be safe everyone ;A; miss chu

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mentalitynotes‌: 

She hummed in delight as he nuzzled and nipped, but as he moved his forehead to press against hers the feeling that this was a dream were almost cemented as it felt an awful lot like a movie but then again their whole relationship had seemed that way. His words both brought a smile to her lips and a mixture of happy and sad tears to her eyes. The more he touched her the more she felt like the old days were coming back. 

“Alright.” She kissed him back deeply, “I kinda love being Mrs. Hackett.” The blonde smirked kissing him again her body relaxed all the tension, pain, and guilt flowed out of her and all she was left with was happiness, finally. “You know the kids are out for the day and wont be back till tomorrow. How about we order in dinner, cuddle on the couch, and other stuff.”

The musicial gasped playfully at her response , quickly pulling back a little to look fakely offended at his wife in feigned disbelief.  ❛ Kinda? Just kinda?! ❜ however his facade lasted just a couple of seconds as a laugh broke in the air and fingers tickled at her side briefly.  ❛ I love you so much... ❜

His face had hidden once again in the crook of her neck, nuzzling and listening to her words. There were no other plans that sounded as heavenly as the ones coming out of her lips, reminding him of their lazy days with banana pancakes and cuddling on the sofa back when they were younger and it was only the two of them.  ❛ I’m in, for all of that. What are we ordering dear? Chinese? Thai? I’d definitely try to cook for you, but one, you know it’s not my forte and two, your arms are way too comfortable for me to leave them yet. ❜

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GOOOOOOOD MORNING EVERYONE!

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Sneaking in because this is so relevant to me and Drew 'cause... We're 4 minutes away from watching Billy Joel sing... And were so excited I'm shaking. ;w;

Aka one of the reasons for this blog xD

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♫ ||: eleanormatilda‌:

     Len props the smoke between her lips, eyes shooting a correcting and frightening leer whilst she raises her brows. “Would you keep your voice down, please? I said I was INCOGNITO.” she bickers. Then, snatching the product in between middle & forefinger, she leans in, noticing how bashful he is. “No. It’s rather endearing. I like going unrecognized. Makes the losers more evident. You know. The people who just use me for stuff and things.” a gentle shrug of her shoulder as an actual crooked grin forms. “You are kind of cute, you know that?” 

   ❛  Incognito. Right, of course, double daft now. ❜

  Or endearing, as she said.❛ Cute? ❜ Drew chuckles, the red hue on his overall face intensifies, not everyday a royal tells you you’re cute. And if she’s incognito it means she wants to be treated like someone else, not by her title, so the least she actually needs might be random awkward guy who’s thinking right now if he should bow or something but normalcy.  ❛ Why, thanks. You’re cute yourself, in all honesty... Do you come here often? I mean, this specific place. ❜  

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♫ ||:  eleanormatilda‌:

          “What a ghastly way to greet one another after all of this time.” Eleanor mutters, watching as he wipes his face. “You and I both.” she agrees on the note of doctors. The lot that she’s met hasn’t generally been so kind. “You know how I am about hugs…” or does she, had she a chance to explain that bit yet?? Perhaps not entirely. “Just…” she rolls her eyes and sighs as she steps forward, barely leaning in and patting his back. Physical touch is a difficult one for her to swing at the moment, unless she’s completely drunk or out of her brain, which is not too uncommon for the tarnished princess. “It is good to see you. Where are you off to just now?” 

❛  Remind me how you are about hugs? ❜ he replies with arms around her briefly, the gentle pat on his back and sigh tells him more than she would in words. ❛ I was thinking of going home, you know, after this ❜  he motions at his face with a finger then smiles.  ❛ But I wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer, or going for a walk. It’s nearly full moon. Some moonlight would be awesome right? ❜ In fact, he’s just happy being in Lennie’s company again, he’d missed her.  

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♫ ||:  fiightcr‌:

                                          SHE’S   NOT   DISAPPOINTED   WHEN    HE    STEPS   OUT    OF    HER   PERSONAL    SPACE ,   at least that’s what she tells herself and her furiously beating heart.            hand still left on his arm she watch the pouty expression,   her grin morphing into a teasing smirk.          “   y’know,  hackett ,   puppydog-eyes gets ya nowhere ?   ”         but he’s won her over,  it wasn’t that hard and the elated feeling in her chest as his hand close over her own is pushed down as she flash the brunet a beatific grin mirroring his own.      “  yeah, sure ,     ——-   ….     i ,    er ,     just need t’ …  repack some things and i’ll be ready.     meet ya downstairs in twenty ?   ”

  Is there a little hint of flirtiness there? He asks himself, in fact he had started it but the question was, was she following? Butterflies seem to make his stomach the best place to flutter around for a brief moment leaving a slightly confused pianoman to think about the feeling. They were just friends but judging by his own actions... Ah!    ❛ Meet you downstairs in twenty yeah. ❜  he smiles, grabbing his luggage and taking his keys before walking over to the door.

     But just before closing the door Drew peeks from inside and smiles.  ❛ By the way, puppy eyes do get me places ❜ A wink and the door closes.

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♫ ||: wietkoningin‌:

“You must really need the outing if he put so much effort in getting you out of the country and just-so happen to be where all the canal sins are.” Does it mean he can’t be out having fun despite his friend? Not at all. She’s only curious what he’ll do with his night. “You look nice, but I can’t be too sure till ya get a lil drink in ya.” Chrissie holds a playful grin, toying with his tie and taking another look at the direction they were traveling. 

She’s bemused at his reaction to getting stoned. “A pity, but good to know you’ll indulge in a little of what my city has to offer.” Not a frat boy, truly a good thing in her eyes. Whatever his reason, it’s none of her business. “So you put your money in the slot and pull the handle of the door on whichever food item you’ve chosen. Watch me.” She plugs a few euro into the slot of one door, soon tugging the handle and pulling out a pair of fried… something. “Frikadelln. ‘s good stuff. The fries are better from the street, but there’s cheese and meat in most of the fried stuff.” Just choose at random, dear. It’s pretty much all the same thing: fried meat or cheese, with or without gravy.

“You want some help getting drunk? I’m a pro.”

  The little playing with his tie and her words kept the slight blush on his cheeks and a little chuckle out of his lips. He liked her, in the way of admiring her confidence and out-going personality that not so many people had. At least he didn’t at that level - nonetheless, he aspired to. ❛ I’ll hold your word for that, you must show me your mastery in drunkness. That I’m all in for ❜ Drew shot a big grin to her before turning back to the food machine he just saw her take some Frika-something out of. The pianist mimicks her actions soon taking out something fried as well, possibly something cheesy.  ❛ Curious, getting food like this. ❜ then he takes a bite and smiles, but good.

      ❛  So... Where can one have a great whisky on the rocks around here? ❜

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dxspereaux‌:

Anton often wondered when they’d start getting serious about the murders– yeah, everyone on the force was having a conniption over each new body that ends up, regardless of their presence and their strategies. He wonders when the FBI or some special task force starts coming in and try their hand at stopping him.

But, now as he glances over to the other, he tries to focus on the rest of the crowd. Everyone had the same concerned and frightened look as this man– hey, he wondered if this guy was a father too? “You got kids? My daughter’s thirteen…I know all the girl’s this psycho’s killed were…were a lil’ older, I think but…” Anton’s head shakes and he visibly shivers. “I’m too afraid to even bring her near the beach, in case this killer’s near, you know?”

What he fails to mention is the recent break in the case the authorities made only last week. That this so called Coney Island Killer isn’t just carving open college girls but also was linked to a number of middle aged men being burned alive as well– Variety is the spice of life, right?

    ❛ No, I don’t have kids. ❜Drew shakes his head, which ends up tilted to the side in thought.  ❛ Just me I guess. ❜ His loneliness would strike him right then if it weren’t for his friends and co-workers, the bar being the only place to call a real home. It’s been a while like that. 

    ❛ The world’s a dangerous place nowadays, no one is really safe. That saddens me as it does plenty of people too, I’m thinking everyone standing here has a mixture of sadness, anger and frustration. But anyway, what’s left is to be cautious. ❜  

This man seemed like he did, have a mixture of feelings, most of them anger against authorities - the ones checking at the scene beyond the tape - and Drew’s eyes fixed themselves a little bit too long at the guy’s features. He didn’t mean to stare, he never does, but alas it always happen and he gasps deviating his look towards the horizon. 

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-certain trio of guys go and give her a sandwich hug- ;P

    GLARES at first, stiff within the hold.  But it only takes a minute…

              Soon, she melts like butter, taking hold of them all as best she can.                                                                           She feels SAFE.  She feels at home.

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♫ ||: stupiidgood‌:

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“You would think that, wouldn’t you, always with your thinking things. That’s what separates me from you: the thinking.”

    For a moment he was speechless, brown eyes stared at her for a fraction of time until his jaw opened but no sound escaped, well it did, a beginning of a stutter.  ❛  Uh -    well it’s true that I overthink but, but -    I mean... Oh come on... It’s ten in the morning! The less I need is scolding... ❜ Drew pouted onto the brim of his coffee cup he was holding and looked down at the steaming java.

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CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR DREW    [ @pianomxn​ , u didn’t like but 2 bad drew gets gifts anyway. ]   ♥

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